political theory

you expect me to smile while you enumerate

all the ways i am worthless and in return i

plot the right lines of your bones

and graph how to expel your guts

from the rotting carcass you clothe in glitter.

with your textbooks that provide relief for

the mottled pile of shit you call a heart,

you clarify my experiences and how i

could have prevented the bruises blooming  upon my face.

as your sparkling teeth chatter a prophecy of my future,

i wind a lever your words inserted into my elbow

and as i shade in the shadow of your broken head

i walk away and you continue rattling away in the empty cave you call a brain.